Zanna the Weirdo Wonderdog

ThatManILove goes and gets us lunch.  We eat, and plan the rest of our weekend.

Neither of us are feeling quite up to par, but we’re way better than we were.

I go hop on the bed, thinking of a quick nap.  ThatManILove comes to tell me he’s going to hop in a chair outside, in the shady sunlight, and snooze a bit.

Zanna the Wonderdog pops up on the bed, and settles down...all the while, licking her chops.

A sure sign she’s been into something good.

ThatManILove looks at me, and I look at him, both of us wondering, “Oh, Lord. What now?”

He looks at me again, then turns and goes and looks around.  He can find nothing.

He comes back, and looks at Zanna.  She tilts her head at him, like, “What?  I did NOTHING, I tell you, NOTHING.”

He begins her dialogue, for her, as he usually does.

“Dad, why are you looking at me like that?  I didn’t do anything. I was just licking my chops, relishing the zest of Life.  That is all. Life.  It’s a good thing.”

It can get weird around here.

Zanna the Weirdo Wonderdog With Her Crossed Little Feet